A LETTER IN THE DUST

Dragged through the streets of my past
By chains that bind my life held fast;
Before the accuser I am exposed and shamed
As every sin out loud is named.

Guilty. Guilty, the crowd cries;
as condemnation ‘round me flies.
I dare not chance to look around;
I fix my gaze upon the ground.

My heart is broken deep within;
as I’m confronted with my sin.
“She must pay”, the crowd observed;
“It’s time she got what she deserved.”

There I stood condemned to die,
No escape, though I did try.
Justice was what the law demanded;
I stood there waiting, empty handed.

No way to pay on my own;
For my sin could not atone.
Could not break free of these chains.
Could not wash away sins stains.

The accuser laughs; his voice mocks.
He instructs the crowd to pick up rocks.
But from their midst emerged a man;
He walked as though he had a plan.

Past the accuser He did stride;
Explained to me how He died.
How He came to save the lost;
My sins on Him nailed to the cross.

I took the gift he offered me:
Forgiveness, life, eternity.
I looked at him with upturned face;
Chains removed, cleansed by grace.

He looked at me and then bent down,
His finger wrote upon the ground.
The eyes of those who did condemn
saw written out all their sin.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
as rocks of judgment hit the ground.
Charges dismissed! You’ve been set free!
Angels sing the Lord’s decree.

I stood alone before the Lord;
no longer dead, fully restored.
Then Jesus, Lord, the One I trust,
wrote a letter in the dust.

My dear daughter, I’ve called your name.
Never will you be the same.
Do not dwell on where you’ve been;
Plagued by worry o’er forgiven sin.

Of my love a living testament be,
So others too may be set free.
All heaven with joyful song resound,
For she who was lost now is found.

I will follow Jesus all my days.
And in my heart unending praise
for He who died and took my place
Amazing love. Amazing grace.

An original Conversations at the Well Poem
Diana Morgan
© Copyright September 2009